Rewrite for BlueberryKitten, Secret-Crusader, and DoveOfLight. Without you three it would have been deleted into oblivion.
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Chrno boredly swished the soda in his glass around,sending the black liquid around in spiriling swirls.
He took a look at his surroundings,light was filtering in from the cracks of the old cottage,with its boarded up
windows and rotting frame.
'if light is coming in,this much,it should be sundown in a few hour,then I'll go and get some food for the week from
Aion-san', Chrno thought. He never went out during the day,he couldn't explain it. No one seemed to trust him.
of course,he was rather odd looking.He had spikey purple hair that was cut abrubtly,yet sharpley at the nape of his neck. Also,his eyes, a startling colour,fine wine red. No one had ever trusted him,except for Aion-san. Actually,it was Aion-san who had given him his name.
Chrno.
Aion-san said that he reminded him of a friend of his who had died in a war alongside him,many years ago.
Chrno didn't mind. Aion-san was also the only one who cared about his amnesia,he would sometimes even stop by to check up on Chrno or deliver some food that his wife had cooked.Aion had told Chrno that he was a demon, on one of their very introversed talks. "Hmm...I've never met Aion-sans' wife, I wonder if she's as nice as Aion-san?"Chrno mused aloud,he would often do this,having no company and not aware of etiquette,he would always just say whats on his mind whenever the hall he felt lik it,or he would say something in his mind and immediatley expect an answer out of you. perhaps this is why he treasured Aion-san so much?because he wouldn't care what he blurted out and he would always answer even those questions that Chrno asked mentally.
Chrno opened his eyes and the room had gone dark,so it was time to go and get his weekly rations from Aion-san during the nightshift at the slum district corner shop.
The first Chapter, Edited and Rewritten.
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